Even when the shine bursts of emptiness and everybody wanna be a nigga but nobody wanna be a nigga repeated until the demented senses of being belong to neither and an advanced yearning sneers with hurried shells and the blood dwells on the first wanna and like a mellow winnow in the non-song element of brass singing act single act single this is an ep and exactly as brief as exact as folded fare but we all survive in flying telling You can't go blind to the trembling reminder that the outsider is eligible for health care and dime pieces (the finest hoes) just like the button down soul in the town's way of city move
get out the way won't you shake the promise free of rhythm and it just becomes
some arid land - like sumerian tablet answer to respecting the outsider's fear of watermelon as a love of watermelon Nature's meat and the outsider can fuck just like a filmstar after a couple of seeded hours this side of being born
